Ohwofasa_Emonena

Amara Igho has spent years building a quiet life abroad—structured, predictable, and far away from the chaos of her past. But when her cold, demanding boss assigns her to pick up a VIP client from the airport, one wrong name flips her life upside down.

Kian Adewale is charming, arrogant, and definitely not the man Amara was sent to retrieve. Yet he plays along—and she doesn’t realize the mistake until it’s too late. What begins as a simple error snowballs into a professional disaster when Kian unintentionally ruins her biggest project. Fired. Humiliated. Furious.

Back in Nigeria to mourn her father's sudden death, Amara is desperate to find stability. But fate isn't done with her yet—because Kian is there too. Older, even more infuriating, and now entangled in her personal world in ways she never imagined.

The past keeps pulling them apart. Their chemistry keeps pushing them closer.

As secrets unravel and old wounds resurface, Amara must confront the emotional walls she's built—and Kian must decide if love is worth fighting for, even when the odds are stacked against them.

Two broken souls. One unexpected connection.
Can unplanned hearts find a place to heal?

Unplanned Hearts

The London offer lingered like fog in Elena's mind, wrapping around every thought with quiet insistence. It was an opportunity—one she might not see again. But Aidan had shifted the weight of that decision from burden to choice. That alone felt like power.

He had started cooking that morning, something simple—scrambled eggs and toast, his way of showing care without pushing. They talked in pieces, avoiding the big thing in the room, like it would vanish if ignored long enough.

"I think you should take it," he finally said, placing the plate in front of her.

"You're not supposed to be that understanding," she said, her eyes narrowing.

"I know." He leaned against the counter, arms folded. "But I've done the selfish thing before, and I lost you because of it. I'm not doing it again."

Elena pushed her eggs around the plate, appetite nowhere in sight. "And what happens to us?"

He hesitated. "I don't know. But I do know that I'm willing to try long distance. I'm willing to fly out every weekend if I have to. We just… we can't go back to pretending it didn't matter. Not now."

"You say that now," she whispered, "but what if London changes me?"

He walked over, crouched beside her, eyes level with hers. "Then I'll learn to love the new version of you too."

The sincerity in his voice cracked something inside her. And then the question slipped from her lips, quiet but weighted with everything:

He didn't answer immediately. He took her hands, traced his thumb over her wrist, where her pulse fluttered like a warning. "I think we're the best kind of risk. Because even when we hated each other, I still couldn't stop caring."

A single tear slipped down her cheek. She wasn't ready to lose him. But she wasn't ready to lose herself either.

"I'll think about it," she whispered.

As he walked away to clean the dishes, Elena stared at her phone. One message. One reply. That was all it would take to change the direction of her life.

And maybe… maybe for the first time, she didn't have to choose between love and herself. Maybe she could have both.

The Question of Us